Historias de Psychosis

Hazy hues. Black and Blues. The river flows within with such force. It hurts. Muscles twitch for heat. It is freezing. The fog of breath looks so beautiful. Only if someone was around to see it. ××× New chapters: Twice a week

Stories about psychosis. What I've seen, touched, believed and tasted. If you have something to be seen by the public, please do contact me. I will be happy to add your story as well.

You think you know the story? About a mad hatter, a cheshire cat and a white rabbit. Well you don't. Enter wonderland, meet the true creatures of this world and remember We're all mad here!

Refined tales of my time

Short stories about mental health.

This is foremost an appendix item. We start with assuming events have unfolded in a possible second season of Arcane. Where Jinx is hospitalized after her capture. You can read the full story at: https://www.wattpad.com/story/310735441-caitlyn-vi-the-void-to-fill-an-arcane-season-2 Later we dive into possible AU scenarios with Jinx both fluff and angst

Story Description: The Grave with My Name tells the haunting true story of Toni Fendyke's discovery of a mysterious grave bearing only her name. Amidst the confusion of psychosis and homelessness, this eerie encounter becomes a chilling symbol of her inner turmoil. As Toni navigates strange visions, unsettling experiences, and a desperate search for safety, the grave lingers as a powerful and spooky reminder of her journey through darkness. This gripping story reveals the strength to face fear and find hope in the unknown.

This is going to be a collection of all the quotes and sayings i have collected over 4 years due to mental illnesses

In which a boy as sweet and sickly as cough syrup and cotton candy meets a boy that tastes like Juicy Fruit and cigarettes (and is best friends with a butterfly knife)

After her husband, Markus goes missing, Kai falls into a rabbit hole of spiralling psychosis. Indescribable feelings appear, along with the unpredictable and unpleasant. After she accepts that all is lost he comes to help her. (This was written for a group of friends, and was not meant to be public.)

"Behind those ocean eyes there's a devil inside." When Willow was only 7 her father came home, alcohol in his system beating Mary-Anne until she was black and blue. Willow only being young didn't know what to do...but something within her told her to go into the living room cabinet and reach for the gun.

This is a deconstruction story, I kinda referenced diamond in the rough but other than that this is just your average SSBU isekai fic with a bunch of other weird shit

I've just finished writing my first album. 10 songs, all to be played on the acoustic guitar.

Just a simple book that says how I feel/ go through life. Who knows? You might find something you relate to, or something that can help you :)

Eleven teenagers. All of them had made the ultimate choice to end it, but each one failed and was sent away; to the blue room. How this boys and girls that only seek an answer will live behind this closed doors, how would they learn to be instead of just survive? Would they find the answer they were looking for? Perhaps a different one?

Life is fucked

(What I Call Life Series) (Pov: Marcy) (Sequel) Tumbling off a cliff can really take a lot out of a person. It would've done that to her, too. If she were really a person. Marcy's life continues in chaos as her legacy goes on, and she begins to wonder what she really believes death is. With you old favorite characters, the saga will continue. "Marcelle Adams." She said, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. "We meet again."

[Historical Horror/Short Story] When two scientists are found impaled out on the ancient hills of Dartmoor, "Jack", a young man on his own misguided path, leaves London in search of morbid significance in his colleagues' deaths. Staying the night in a worn out inn where time stops making sense and objects move on their own, "Jack" writes home to his sweetheart in a desperate attempt to understand what is happening to him, and why he's forgetting his own name. When twisted dreams and visions of corpses begin proving all too much for him, "Jack" learns a little too late that somebody had set the stage for his downfall long ago. ••• This short story is set in 1884. Featured in the "Jack" Anthology hosted by Wattpad Stars @ShaunAllan and @GregCarrico.

When I was a child and the hunger pains became unbearable I would tell my father I was hungry and he would tell me to go to sleep. I slowly close my eyes and orchestrate the destruction of whole universes on the backs of my eyelids. I drift off into unconsciousness and I am thinking about my father.

This is a poetical memoir. It's a collection of poems that I've written, since the age of 13, as I struggled with bipolar disorder, psychosis and grief. It's a story that starts in abject darkness and despair, and ends in a place of light and hope. It is my testament that there is light at the end of the tunnel.